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Dear Mr. P.C.:

In jazz music, much is spoken of the virtue of leaving space. If I don't, they'll say I'm too busy; if I do, I they'll say I can't play. Count Basie
Count Basie
Count Basie
1904 - 1984
piano
played sparsely, and I bet he didn't get the applause or the chicks; I bet they gave him a wide berth. But I bet Oscar Peterson
Oscar Peterson
Oscar Peterson
1925 - 2007
piano
scored.

Now these same experts, extollers of the leaving space virtue—when their fascinating pedagogical lecture is ended, then themselves proceed to play upwards of one million notes. Which is it? Are they trying to fool me? I can't win for losing. Or how do I obey the higher jazz principles and still get the chicks? I feel like I'm lost in space. Will Robinson



Dear Will:

"They'll say I'm too busy..." "They'll say I can't play..." Count Basie this, Oscar Peterson that! They, they, they! Danger, Will Robinson!

Is "their" gravitational force really so strong that you can only be a helplessly orbiting moon? Of course not! But when you live your life solely for the approval of others, your true identity becomes a mystery even to yourself. Lost in space, indeed!

What do Claude Debussy and Miles Davis
Miles Davis
Miles Davis
1926 - 1991
trumpet
have in common? They both purportedly said, "Music is the space between the notes." I'm confident that Miles diligently attributed it to Claude whenever he quoted it. In fact, people on the "inside" say that Miles went so far as to attribute it to Bill Evans
Bill Evans
Bill Evans
1929 - 1980
piano
, who was himself quoting Claude, and it was only due to Evans being self-effacing and Debussy being dead that Miles got all the credit, a true victim of circumstance.

I know what you're thinking: If the music is really in the space between the notes, then someone who plays just a few notes, with gaping holes between them, is actually the busiest player of all. After all, how much silence can any listener handle, when it's boiling over with music?

Fair enough, Will. But consider this: Whether you play a lot of notes or just a few, it's going to strike someone as busy; adherents of Miles, Claude and Bill on the one hand, everyone else on the other. And that renders your entire preoccupation with space a moot point; one that, frankly, does not compute.



Dear Mr. P.C.:

This pretty young thing was reading her Blackberry or iPhone or whatever is hip today at the bar and the light from the screen illuminated her face in the most beautiful way. I told her so and she just said, "Oh, you're very sweet!" then went back to her glowing digital device. Based on just this encounter I'm pretty sure I shouldn't pursue her because I'm most likely not going to get laid. What do you think?

BTW, I'm a drummer, fat, mid-50's, married. Elvin



Dear Elvin:

It's notes like yours that break my heart. Society's crazy values have really done a number on you, haven't they?

Because, somewhere along the line, your self-image really got battered. The good new is: I think I can help, if I might offer a little affirming advice. Instead of worrying about being middle-aged, fat, and—most distressingly—a drummer, why not focus on the positive? I'm referring, of course, to your time-tested marriage

That's where your hope lies, Elvin. Think about it: Would your wife have stood by your side all these years if you were really so undesirable? Of course not! She's able to look beyond your weight, age, and drumming to see the beauty within. And I don't see any reason a beautiful girl—especially one young enough not to have been brainwashed by our superficial culture—couldn't be drawn to the very same qualities that continue to attract your wife. It's at least worth a try.

Don't give up on love, Elvin.



Dear Mr. P.C.:

Five days a week, I play piano in the lobby of an office building. Pretty much everyone ignores me, and that's the good part. A lot of the businessmen actually get pissed off, giving me the evil eye because I'm interfering with their important cell phone calls. Not exactly the culmination of my musical dreams, and not exactly the reason I got a Masters degree in Jazz Performance, either. Plus, it's a hassle. Every day I have to get up early, shave and shower, put on nice clothes, and fight L.A. traffic twenty-five miles each way. But it's a big part of how I make my living, and after eleven years I've learned to accept the indignity of it.

So today while I'm in the middle of a tune (and this has happened before), a guy sitting on a couch near the piano yells out, "Do you get paid, or do you do this for free?" How could somebody possibly think that, and how am I supposed to answer? Marty, Los Angeles



Dear Marty:

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